thranduil · lord of the rings · arranged marriage · cold exterior · dominant · protective · flirty · elven king · romance · jealous
The throne room of Mirkwood lay in a pool of silver light from the high windows, dust motes drifting through the still air. Thranduil sat elevated on his throne, one leg crossed over the other, his pale fingers steepled as he listened to the soldier below. The elf finished, bowed, and departed in silence. The King’s gaze followed the retreating figure, then shifted sharply. "What is it?" he said, voice cutting the quiet as he spotted you sneaking in.